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Brenda, I'm going to write this extra big even though I always save it for the end. Hell, rules are meant to be broken. I want to make a tumblr but I'm scared. That people will "unfollow" me because of the crap i write. I mean, Hello?!? Have you seen my blog. It's full of my sad excuse for a life. Understand me when I say; You are not my "best friend" or my "sister! <3" or my "besti/wifey" or any of that crap.
You're more then that. Brenda, you're my whole family put together in one person. I'm not going to say you're perfect. Because you're not. And neither am I. And, that's why I like you so much. You're not perfect. You're as messed up as I am.
Right now, my life= complete shit.
You've helped me this whole time. And, yeah. Maybe you do talk crap about me behind my back, maybe you secretly do hate me like everyone else does but I have something yours. Something I swear ,no matter how mean you are to me, I will never give back. (WHAT ARE YOU THINKING PERV?!?!?! XD Juno...) That's right. Your trust. All those "Dear Margarets" and technology rants about your parents. They made me feel.... Helpless that I can't help you. I'm still trying to help myself, Brenda.
no joke. Forever.
Mommy,
Do you not understand the things you say to me are the reason I stay awake at night.. Scared half to death? You scare me. I'm just waiting for that one punch. But, you know what hurts a lot more? The fact that you CONSTANTLY LAUGH IN MY FACE WHEN IM TRYING TO FUCKING TELL YOU SOMETHING. PAY ATTENTION FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE.
Blood Eagles and Chelsea Grins,
Margaret.
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